They found him
In the latrine hiding
Dressed in clothes
Fifteen layers deep
The food that he had bled on
Arranged in stupid shapes
He must have cut his arms to garnish
Plates laid out for banquets
And he had taken others clothing
While they slept or while they played


If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see him!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see him!


He'd been seen
Watching children playing
Recognized
Because of what he was wearing
So when they finally caught him
Embarrassed and ashamed
Not 'cause of his actions
Because of what they made him do
He wasn't jailed or beaten
He did not go to trial

If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see him!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see him!
(Yeah, I'd be perfectly glad to pop this son-of-a-bitch)


They made him
Leave in front of thousands
Crazed and drunken people
Clad only in his boxers
Humiliated, naked
Laughed at and then spit on
His punishment was lasting
Atonement is forever


If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!
If you wanna pop him, I didn't see it!